http://slow.writerscafe.org/AnanyaC The original writings of author Ananya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996225 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I died a thousand deathsStill dying Slowly, everyday. You left me aloneWith nowhere to go.And the path I ran down onLead me to sharks.Each day brings horrorsEach night, tears and pain.They touchThey scratch They take what they want.I die a little more.Why did you leave me l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1961957/ Comecelebrate with mebefore life says goodbyeLooking through the wine filled glassall I can see is redI heard long ago that it's the colour of loveI am not sure nowIt looks like my dreams are bleeding filling up every corner of my visionStrange feelings filling my heartHatred.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1826114/ Blue oneWith small ghungroos on edgesRed,With a golden gotta trimmingGreenWith stickon stars And blackWith silver bead work.I pile them all on bedHard to choose one.Fan whirring I hope it will hold meI choose a white dupattaI don't really know How to make a noose .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1823676/ I wanted to hold the moonUnder my eyelidsIt cameMultiplied a thousand timesAnd settled there for goodShining in unshed tears.I tried to touch the sunIt shone with its golden smileInvitingEnticing Touching me Burning my palms I wished to loveAnd I didGiving it my all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1823092/ Just close your eyes, my loveAnd let me take your handTrust meI will not let anyone hurt youI will not let you fallJust move as I moveFoot after footStep by step Let me lead youTo the hidden placeDeep inside my heartNow open your eyes and seeHow beautiful the sky is here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1822998/ TonightMake me your bride.Pull the veil of nightAway from my faceAnd let the dew of your kissesFall on my fair skinLook into my eyesThat shine like the sun and the moonDrink in the sweetness of my loveThat is deepening with each momentLike the deepening of nightComeHold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1816634/ You are still asleep.Same as the day When they took me away from you.....You did not wake up thenYou are not waking up todayBut I am backI did not die.Once more I am touching the grassIt had rained at nightAnd water is shining on itLike my tears.Where can I go?There i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1815069/ I still feelthat fleeting kissplanted on my cheek.Your faceshines with happinessin my memories.Then another timeanother kissThat came like a blessingwith all the love and affection that a heart can hold.Both these kissesOne from youOne from someone who loved me like you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1812950/ When you have nothing but gratitude to offer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1812143/ Aahuti is the offering to fire during Hindu ceremony of yajna http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1811412/ Beautiful brideDecked in colours and fragrances Smiled shyFrom under her veil Eyes got wet As father placed her handInto the hand of the manWho was now her destinyNew homeNew peopleShe trembled and tried to disappearInside the glittering dress she woreStunned She watc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1809025/ Trapped....Her eyes were huge with fear. What are they going to do? She frantically looked around for an escape. No door, no road, no opening....She wanted to cry aloud, " Mom, save me. Dad, I am here."But she knew they would not come....She was alone...And trapped.A rough .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1808570/ I lay On a blue bedsheet Half hiddenHalf visibleFull moonIn dark, deep blue skyBreeze moved the curtainsClouds flitted byLeaving butterfly touchAll over Did it rain?Did you kiss me?I do not knowI know rainBut kisses are unknown to meClouds move aside Just me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1808189/ Looking at youI notice how beautiful your eyes areTwo eyesI have two eyes as wellWith these two eyesI look at youYour nose( Mine is sharper, but still a nose)Your lipsMine smile remembering your smilesMy handsHolding the memories of yours I trace the outlinesYour feat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1808008/ It's dark all aroundBut I am not afraidFor you are hereWith meHolding my hand.I smileSeeing rain drops Falling on the screen of my phoneWater will ruin itFather will be so angryLet him ....This tiny glow of phoneLooks so out of place hereI hope no one seesI don't want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1806851/ I thought it would be my last poem. But I have to write more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1805957/ I look into the mirrorIt's not a big and shiny oneIt's small and roundMounted on a wall that is painted yellowIt's not a clear mirrorAnd though today I scrubbed it's surface wellIt is still not showing me all the details of my faceOr may beMay be I am disappearing Bit by bit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1805615/ A woman's journey through her memories.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1805599/ Why is it so that some strangers do not feel like strangers? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1805506/ Long agoI breathed in a homeThat always smelled sweetTwo women, fast friendsUsed to make jellies and jamsSquashes and picklesOne's toddlerLooking after another's infant I would talkGu Gu gugguAnd he would coo backIt stuckThe nameGugguSweet like those jelliesF.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1805152/ My eyes are tiredI wish to close themAnd sleepBut there are thingsEtched inside my eyelidsWhich move the minute I close eyesI watch the scenes changeLike on a movie screenSchool bags, notebooksRoads and busesSilent nightCloudy Fan movesIts winter outsideAnd rain ins.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1804697/ Today, I feel peace in my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1804086/ I can't , I won't and I should notBeg for the things I don't deserve I hope to learn my lessons well I hope to make my nouns, verbs.I have just me and that is true I will leave me only when deadAnd the fact does not changeIf I don't love me but hate instead..The lanes, the houses.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1803981/ It lay in a corner. I examined it carefully. It was twisted, broken, chipped yet it somehow felt good to hold. I washed it up and dried it. It gleamed a little in the morning sun with all its broken glory. After that morning, I always felt like it wanted to stay in my palms. It would just fall dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1803943/ I am nothing to youYou did not give birth to meYour blood is not flowing in my bodyI don't have your nose or eyes or hairI am nothing to you....Then why do you cry when I cry?Why do you smile for my smile?And why do you pray for me?I am nothing to you....You can pat me on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1803910/ Life goes on and we leave behind things that we once held dear.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1803058/ Just stop it now... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1802740/ I am just thorns growing on branches http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1802659/ There are things which happen just once in a lifetime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1802505/ Sometimes you break like a glass vase http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1802413/ I do not know how one feelsWhen addressed as Mrs so and so...No one ever calls me like thatNo one will.I have tried feeling itBy writing on a paperBut my sight gets blurredMy voice gets choked Only you have called me soJust onceYou pulled my hair And called me Mrs so and so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1802157/ No description...I cannot explain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1802109/ A woman's journey through her memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1801976/ A very short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1801885/ Shadows of the past seldom leave us, specially if they are if people we still love even after they have left .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1801610/ A woman's journey through memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1801592/ A friend's poem here inspired it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1801315/ The boat was sailing. Boatman seemed worried. He looked at the people present. Doctors, writers, politicians, lawyers and even one ordinary man." Attention please. The boat is too heavy. It is going to sink unless one person jumps out and save all others."Everyone looked at everyone else. Ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1799828/ Does love hear and understand silence? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1799823/ A middle aged woman's journey through memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1799737/ This is what love feels in the arms of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnanyaC/1798930/